'RENEE.'
The brevity was horrible. Did it spring from childish imperiousness or tragic peril?
Beauchamp could imagine it to be this or that. In moments of excited speculation we do not dwell on the possibility that there may be a mixture of motives.
'I fear I must cross over to France this evening,' he said to Cecilia.
She replied, 'It is likely to be stormy to-night. The steamboat may not run.'
'If there's a doubt of it, I shall find a French lugger. You are tired, from not sleeping last night.'
'No,' she answered, and nodded to Mrs. Devereux, beside whom Mr. Lydiard stood: 'You will not drive down alone, you see.'
For a young lady threatened with a tempest in her heart, as disturbing to her as the one gathering in the West for ships at sea, Miss Halkett bore herself well.